I kneel, supplicant before youmy willoffered up in quiet acquiescenceawaiting your approvalor reproachthe fine line between pleasure and painbecomes ever sweeter with your controlwith every touch, kiss, wordsmoldering embers are kindledtormenting desires awakenedI quivercaptured by heat and hungerbend me to your willMy Lordshow me what you most desiremy purpose but to servethrough your dominion I find myselfYou, the Master of manymy only

I kneel, supplicant before youmy willoffered up in quiet acquiescenceawaiting your approvalor reproachthe fine line between pleasure and painbecomes ever sweeter with your controlwith every touch, kiss, wordsmoldering embers are kindledtormenting desires awakenedI quivercaptured by heat and hungerbend me to your willMy Lordshow me what you most desiremy purpose but to servethrough your dominion I find myselfYou, the Master of manymy only